Prayer 70
The Message of the Lilies 71
A Legend of the Lily 72
The End of the Century 74
The Isle of Voices 77
A. D. Nineteen Hundred 81
Caverns 81
Of the Slums 82
The Winds 82
Prototypes 83
Touches 83
The Woman Speaks 84
Love, the Interpreter 84
Unanswered 85
Earth and Moon 85
Pearls 86
In the Forest 86
Enchantment 87
Dusk 87
The Blue Bird 88
Can Such Things Be? 88
The Passing Glory 89
September 89
Hoodoo 90
The Other Woman 91
A Song for Labor 92

FOREWORD.

_In the first rare spring of song,
In my heart's young hours,
In my youth 't was thus I sang,
Choosing 'mid the flowers:--_

_"Fair the Dandelion is,
But for me too lowly;
And the winsome Violet
Is, forsooth, too holy.
'But the Touchmenot?' Go to!
What! a face that's speckled
Like a common milking-maid's,
Whom the sun hath freckled.
Then the Wild-Rose is a flirt;
And the trillium Lily,
In her spotless gown, 's a prude,
Sanctified and silly.
By her cap the Columbine,
To my mind, 's too merry;
Gossips, I would sooner wed
Some plebeian Berry.
And the shy Anemone--
Well, her face shows sorrow;
Pale, goodsooth! alive to-day,
Dead and gone to-morrow.
Then that bold-eyed, buxom wench,
Big and blond and lazy,--
She's been chosen overmuch!--
Sirs, I mean the Daisy.
Pleasant persons are they all,
And their virtues many;
Faith I know but good of each,
And naught ill of any.
But I choose a May-apple;
She shall be my Lady;
Blooming, hidden and refined,
Sweet in places shady."_

_In my youth 'twas thus I sang,
In my heart's young hours,
In the first rare spring of song,
Choosing 'mid the flowers.
So I hesitated when
Time alone was reckoned
By the hours that Fa